A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." "Ouch! Touché, good sir." Maea actually laughed, a soft chuckle that was quickly swallowed by the air. "Good to know I'm not the only one with these notions. I trust you'll be able to tell me when things go beyond what's reasonable, then. To be honest, I've never been in here before. Don't know what to expect, beyond the horror stories I was told as a child." Going by the description he offered, she started to search the ground for the plant, raking her eyes across the path in sweeping lines. She too kept her voice quiet. There was something in the air that suggested it was unwise to make loud noises, or draw too much attention to yourself. It was rather comforting to have someone to talk to, however, so she caved to that small temptation, and kept the conversation running as they went. "Who are the herbs for?" Leaning down to take a closer look at something that looked like it might be the right thing, she found it was only a twig. Hurrying her steps to catch up again, she looked to Loren, expression one of bland curiosity; she wouldn't pry if it was sensitive or secret.